Luyện nghe bài hát Sandy

By friedman

I fumble in my pockets for the keys to your heart.
I them on the ground and then surprise, surprise you pick 'em up.
So I stand in the doorway wearing my foolish grin.
'til finally you pity on my poor soul and you let me in.
The time has come. soon the will be overrun

I hang my hurt in the hallway and you up the stairs.
You a scattered trail of clothes straight up to your room.
For a couple of hours the planets their paths they stray,
And every sense is with your sweet perfume.
And when you come, it's such power, I am overcome.

Sandy, you ever make up your mind?
The you're trying so hard find
Is standing in front of you.
Don't you see that you're searching for
Is waiting right outside this
All you have to do is listen to love.

You sit up and turn on the tv the remote control,
You flip fifty seven channels but nothing's on.
And so you head the kitchen and come back with a box of oreos,
And them on the bed like checkers all in a row.
And one by one, you make and sample everyone.

Sandy, won't you make up your mind?
The love you're trying so hard
Is standing right in of you.
Don't you see that you're searching for
Is right outside this door?
All you have to do is listen to love.